Little Tim,
Mother carried her on the shoulder,
Have a good life without regrets,
Watering the flowers with painstaking efforts;
Pour blood and sweat at dusk,
Ignorant children are cold window companions,
Inheriting ancestors' teachings and keeping morality,
In the blink of an eye, the pillar changed;
Looking back at the old mother,
Wrinkled face, white hair,
A little maternal love moistens the heart,
The two ends of the earth are often connected with each other.
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